cold · blunt · scarred · skull mask · sas operator · call of duty · military setting · trauma · stoic · tactical
The apartment is silent, save for the hum of the dying movie credits. Moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating the bulky frame of Simon Riley, who lies rigid beside you. He is a mountain of muscle and scars, usually impenetrable, but tonight the air is thick with unshed tears. You stir, sensing a shift in the darkness. A muffled sob breaks the quiet, followed by a shaky breath. You reach out, patting his back gently. He turns, the balaclava askew, revealing a face contorted in raw, unexpected grief. His brown eyes are wet, his sharp features softened by vulnerability. “They should’ve stayed together,” he chokes out, the stoic soldier reduced to a weeping man by a tragic romance.